
Ft. A very shitty dye job out of spite.

She was in France with her boyfriend at the time of this photo.
Not really but it adds a story to it.

Florian Harrofolk. Snarky bastard. Hard shell, soft interior. Elf. Florist. Long hair, dont care. He cares a lot about his hair. Has a pet grass snake named Sir Slither. Only magic talent is in plant magic and repairing shit. More often then not over at Aubrey’s flat. Eats Chinese take-out a lot. Does not know about Aubrey being an ex-saviour but does know that they’re a lot older than they look. Is about the same age as them to be honest, probably younger. Sometimes he makes flower crowns.

Aubrey Ordifale. They/them. Too tired for this bullshit. Bitter? Hardly. Coffee is the only thing keeping them going. Only friends are a snarky elf florist named Florian and maybe the crow that sometimes gets into their house and eats their bread. Probably swallowed a dictionary at some point in time because they know a shit ton of archaic words. Is very powerful but only uses their magic for simple things like lighting candles and cleaning these days. Keeps their powerful spell books for old times sake and also because they are a hoarder. Wand/staff is actually an umbrella which doubles as both a club and a shield.

She’s judging the person behind the camera. Aka, the jerk who wont accept that fishnets under jeans are a Look™.

Look at her cute little teeth! She could just rip your throat out with them!